Morgan, I don’t know if you’re out there, I don’t know if you can hear me, maybe you’re listening right now. I hope so. I found others, my family, if you can believe it. My wife and son, they’re alive, I wanted you to know that. There’s something else you need to know. Atlanta isn’t what we thought, it’s not what they promised, the city is… do not enter the city. It belongs to the dead now. We’re camped a few miles northwest, up by a big, abandoned rock quarry, you can see it on a map. I hope you come find us, but be careful, last night, walkers came out of the woods. We lost people. Watch yourself, Morgan, take care of your boy. I’ll try you again tomorrow at dawn.

Why loving any form of media is the worst* thing ever: it makes a random combination of words that should not make anyone emotional make you tear up - case in point, I start to get misty eyed just thinking the words Power Bear, never mind saying or hearing them